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 A THRUSH BEFORE DAWN

VOICE peals in this end of night

A phrase of notes resembling stars,

Single and spiritual notes of light.

What call they at my window-bars?

The South, the past, the day to be,

An ancient infelicity.

Darkling, deliberate, what sings

This wonderful one, alone, at peace?

What wilder things than song, what things

Sweeter than youth, clearer than Greece,

Dearer than Italy, untold

Delight, and freshness centuries old?

And first first-loves, a multitude,

The exaltation of their pain;

Ancestral childhood long renewed;

And midnights of invisible rain;

And gardens, gardens, night and day,

Gardens and childhood all the way.

What Middle Ages passionate,

O passionless voice! What distant bells

Lodged in the hills, what palace state

Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells,

Without desire, without dismay,

Some morrow and some yesterday.

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